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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Jan 14, 2013 17:45:50 GMT -8
Just yesterday, he had begun having some...issues with a constant itch, which was probably caused by the filth he lived in at home. His father refused to clean or do much of anything other than drink and bring women over, and those wonderful little critters that crawl up and bother you in places they shouldn't? Probably all over the house. Marcos stayed gone most of the time, but when he did come home he didn't do much cleaning. His room had been taken hostage by a host of cardboard boxes, littered with randomly assorted items. He had gotten these boxes a while back for when he would finally pack his bags and move out, but that day had not yet come. Most of his time spent was here at UCLA or either with his friends. It was something he had been gradually adjusting to for a while now, but he tried to keep Naomi out of the dark. Today, though, he intended to tell her everything. After class, of course.
Looking at his silver watch, Marcos noted that she should be getting out soon. Being with her so often helped him to easily memorize her class schedule. His silky black hair glistened with something called hair glue; Marcos attempted a new hairstyle today, gelling the front of his short hair forward (instead of up). He liked the new do, but Naomi would ultimately be the judge of whether or not he kept it. Sometimes he wondered why he relied on her so much - she nagged, was overly protective, and tried to put her nose into his business all the time. On the other hand, that was the exact reason she was his best friend. He could find no one else he liked yet got frustrated with as much as her, and they had been through nearly everything together at one point or another. She was his other half, and Marcos didn't much mind it.
Marcos wore a pair of black gym shorts, falling just below his tanned knees. His slim-fitted white t-shirt read "Solo Hazlo" with a black check underneath (it was the Spanish version of "Just Do It!"). He wore his favorite pair of tennis shoes today as well - black with a bright blue trim around the bottom. He wasn't dressed for anything special today, but he was going to bug the hell out of her to go eat lunch with him.
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NAOMI IRVING
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Feb 13, 2013 19:28:18 GMT -8
Words: xxx Tags: Marcos Note: ITCH AGAIN MARCOS I DARE YOU
Classes, oh how she both loved and hated them. She had been here since four that morning and she was wishing to skip the rest of her classes, but she knew better. At least now she had a good hour break before her next class, time to relax, get some lunch and see a good friend. She know he would be there, he always was, the perfect friend who she could spend time with and complain to. She took a stop at the nearest ATM and pulled out some cash, $40 to be exact. She had been running low on funds since she had to pay her monthly fee of tuition only a few says ago. Now she felt let she was playing the money game all over again, and the month was no where near over. Maybe she would take an extra shift at work tonight, maybe see of anyone needed a night off, dancing made good money, but Naomi knew how to do a few of the other jobs around the club, such as bar-tending and servings dinner upstairs. Naomi crossed the street and headed to the lounge where she knew she would find both Marcos. She pulled the entrance door open and was met with a wolf-whistle, knowing the owner to the whistle she only rolled her eyes and flipped the bird. That Brandon was going to get slapped one day, was it bad that Naomi hoped to be the one that did it? Though to be fair the young women really had no room to complain. She was in a tight black top, very short jean shorts and black heels that could kill. She walked over to Marcos, her heels clicking all the way over. She placed her books on top of the table, but did not take a seat, since she was sure Marcos would want to chill somewhere else. "You look rather relaxed today." She made this comment as she pointed out how "relaxed" he looked sitting in the corner. "You couldn't have been waiting for me too long."Outfit: Here
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Feb 15, 2013 21:48:36 GMT -8
Just yesterday, he had begun having some...issues with a constant itch, which was probably caused by the filth he lived in at home. His father refused to clean or do much of anything other than drink and bring women over, and those wonderful little critters that crawl up and bother you in places they shouldn't? Probably all over the house. Marcos stayed gone most of the time, but when he did come home he didn't do much cleaning. His room had been taken hostage by a host of cardboard boxes, littered with randomly assorted items. He had gotten these boxes a while back for when he would finally pack his bags and move out, but that day had not yet come. Most of his time spent was here at UCLA or either with his friends. It was something he had been gradually adjusting to for a while now, but he tried to keep Naomi out of the dark. Today, though, he intended to tell her everything. After class, of course.
Looking at his silver watch, Marcos noted that she should be getting out soon. Being with her so often helped him to easily memorize her class schedule. His silky black hair glistened with something called hair glue; Marcos attempted a new hairstyle today, gelling the front of his short hair forward (instead of up). He liked the new do, but Naomi would ultimately be the judge of whether or not he kept it. Sometimes he wondered why he relied on her so much - she nagged, was overly protective, and tried to put her nose into his business all the time. On the other hand, that was the exact reason she was his best friend. He could find no one else he liked yet got frustrated with as much as her, and they had been through nearly everything together at one point or another. She was his other half, and Marcos didn't much mind it.
Marcos wore a pair of black gym shorts, falling just below his tanned knees. His slim-fitted white t-shirt read "Solo Hazlo" with a black check underneath (it was the Spanish version of "Just Do It!"). He wore his favorite pair of tennis shoes today as well - black with a bright blue trim around the bottom. He wasn't dressed for anything special today, but he was going to bug the hell out of her to go eat lunch with him.
WORDS!: 476 TAG!: Naomi SETTING!: 19of April, around 12:15pm.
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NAOMI IRVING
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MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Adult Entertainer
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Mar 10, 2013 18:28:24 GMT -8
She laughed at his words and did a little pose just for him. "Oh this?" She motioned with both hands to point out her choice of clothes for today. She shrugged, and then smiled, he was right. She could have just smacked him on the back of the head, but making a show of her good looks felt like a lot more fun. "I do look good don't I?" Well she did have an ego, and he did do well to fuel it. It wasn't that she was really mad, she just had a problem with who did, and did not, notice how good she looked. Nevertheless, she knew Marcos knew her too well to thing that she would really be bothered much by it.
She smiled at his choice for today's lunch, Japanese? Of course she would be all over that offer like a fat kid on a pinata. "Me? Japanese food?" She made a 'hmm' sound as she tapped one finger on her chin, making a show of thinking about his idea. "Well... I could just have a sandwich from the food court. Pff who am I kidding? Love, of course I would love to go." She picked her school books back up and used her free arm to loop with Marcos'. She loved the look that they got from that jerk Brandon. Let him stare, he would never get within five feet of her, if she could help it. Which in fact was not a hard task, the guy was already banned from the club.
And just a predicted, she pulled her arm away from his hold and slapped him on the back of the head. "Well maybe if you didn't make such a big deal about it, every time you even part your hair it's. Naomi does this look good." She shook her head and made a dramatic sigh. "I never sighed up to be your mother." Two seconds, she lasted two seconds before she gave up in her act and started laughing. "Oh Marcos, of course I noticed. It looks good, I like." She then walked ahead of him, her hips swaying to their own magical beat as they headed out the door and into the parking lot. She paused only long enough to spot Marcos' choice of ride. Well at least one of them could drive, Naomi was very good friends with the buses between school and home. "Today is my turn to treat right?"
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 13, 2013 20:22:50 GMT -8
Marcos knew the second Naomi walked in because he heard that all too familiar whistle, but this time it was met with a single finger in the air. Hmm she must be a good mood today... If there was one thing Naomi was good at, it was turning heads. Whether dressed in a slutty outfit, similar to the appareal worn today, or a pair of sweat pants and her hair pulled back, she had a natural sex appeal that seemed to radiate from her body as she walked. When she broke off and walked in front of Marcos, he couldn't help but to watch her hips swinging from side to side. He wasn't aroused by the site; instead, he was amused at what she was doing. Brandon was just sitting over by the wall "minding his own business" whenever Naomi walked by, making sure to shake what her mama gave her. Ignoring her previous teasing about the food, he retaliated with something of his own: "I see how it is." Well that was just downright witty Marcos... With her in front, he was able to reach down and risk another scratch before he pulled his hand back out of his pants and into his pocket. "Yes I drove today. I'm parked out by the side." Marcos picked up his pace and stepped in front of Naomi, opening the door for the sex goddess and allowing her first entry. Once they were in the sun, Marcos pointed in the direction of his car as they walked quickly. He was rather hungry so he didn't want to waste any time. "And if you want to treat, be my guest. I saw a bit of your show the other day, and if I'm correct, I'd say you could pay for us at least another three tiems." With a mischevious laugh, he guided them toward his car and unlocked so both could get in. Marcos drove a bright blue Mazda 3, something he was quite proud of. He was paying good money to keep that car, but if he were to have let Naomi in on it then Marcos would probably have been driving something less expensive. Payments weren't too bad, but sometimes the leather seats could get sticky when it was warm. Especially when Marcos sat down in the driver's seat. "Man! Hot as HELL in here!" He reached over and turned the car, flipping a few switches to allow the maximum amount of air cool the inside. Without thinking, he reached down and scratched his crotch again, feeling uncomfortable in this warm weather. WORDS!: 452 TAG!: Naomi SETTING!: 19 of April, around 12:15pm.
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: Adult Entertainer
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Mar 16, 2013 13:38:47 GMT -8
She had to laugh at him comment, he was right though. Her last time at the club had been a good one. Her tips had been enough to cover a bill that she had been late on, with extra still in her pocket. To be honest if it wasn't for the house fees she would be siting on an extra $200 or so, but she really couldn't complain. After all the fees were there for a reason, the dancers made the most money, so of course tipping the DJ, bouncer, host and even the bartenders were a small price to pay to making sure everyone was happy.
Naomi had been saved from sitting on the hot leather when Marcos was the first to sit and feel the burn. She laughed and shook her head, leaning slightly on the open car door and she looked into the car. "This is why, with leather, you always check before you sit."
While she waited for the inside of the car to cool off a little she noticed him scratching. She had been quiet the first time, he was a guy, guys scratched all the time. Yet she never noticed Marcos ever scratching.. so often. She knew that he was low on cash just as bad as she was, and with him stupidly supporting his father, she couldn't help but wonder if he had done something a 'little extra' to get a few bucks. She tested the seat with her hand, deeming it was safe enough she got in the car and pulled her door close.
"Alright, tell me how, why and what, because boy you are not scratching while we go out to eat." She crossed her arms and waiting for a good answer, or a bad excuse.
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Mar 16, 2013 19:33:34 GMT -8
In every man's life, there came a point in time where he would be approached by a rather scary woman. It could be during divorce, meeting a mother-in-law for the first time, or simply cutting her off on the highway only to have her follow him 10 miles out of her way to give him a piece of her mind when he finally parked. In Marcos's case, he could only listen in horror as Naomi vocalized what he knew she noticed all along - the itch. Now keep in mind Marcos was not a man to scorn a woman and run; he knew better than to cross someone like Naomi. But this was just the mother in her, trying to take charge and make sure her kids (in this case, partner might been a better fit).
Sighing, he wiped his hands on his pants and returned his gaze to meet with eyes that did not come across as very "welcoming". In fact, he knew those eyes all too well - she wanted answers and she wanted them directly. "Alright so you know how I've been trying to go home and all a bit more often, right? Not happening anytime soon." Rolling his eyes as he remembered all too well how it happened, he could only recline hesitant for so long. She was going to get impatient if he danced around it, so he continued on with his story, telling her only the truth.
"Well the padre decided his filthy sex wasn't good enough for just he and his bitch. The old man caught crabs, and you know that there's only one bathroom. Dunno exactly when it happened, but they found some fresh meat and...well, there I was probably taking a piss when they found a new home." It was quite embarrassing to admit, but he knew that if he didn't tell her now, she would eventually find out. And when she did, Naomi would not be as "forgiving" as she would be within the next few moments...well, hopefully. Marcos never knew when it came to her, but he did tread lightly over this subject.
"Look I will take care of it after we eat, but I promise I'll keep my hands outta my pants while we eat. Just tell me what I'm supposed to get for this kinda thing since I'm clueless."
Marcos could feel the car idling, waiting for Naomi to unleash her imminent wrath. He was quite ready to go eat, but right now she was likely not going to let this go very easily. It might take some convincing, but he was going to get her to agree so they could hurry up and find food. Guys weren't too happy when they were kept from food very long either (as Naomi likely had learned from past encounters). He sat in his seat, squirming a bit while trying to paint a very patient smile on his face, which was proving quite difficult.
WORDS!: 502 TAG!: Naomi SETTING!: 19 of April, around 12:15pm.
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Apr 2, 2013 20:48:17 GMT -8
He was smart to answer her right away, Naomi was not a women that you left waiting. In fact doing anything like that was equal to spelling our your doom. She could only shake her head as she listened, honestly not surprised by the situation. She had told Marcos more then a hundred times to cut his losses and move to his own place. She had even offered to help him find a place near her, and yet he still wanted to support his father. She really couldn't understand it, Naomi herself could not stand her father, and there was little reason to it. Yet Marcos' father was a whole other story and worse off being a parent to anyone.
"Of all things, you know I told you that mean was going to cause you more then just money problems."
She shook her head, no, there was no way that the were going out to eat now. She would cook today, luckily for Marcos she had went food shopping only two days ago and had enough to feed him and herself a decent meal. She strap on her seat belt and pointed out the window to the nearest light.
"Take us to the nearest Pharmacy, get some lice killing shampoo, the pricey one, not the cheapos, unless you want to do more then one treatment. Then we will go to my place. I will cook us lunch, you will clean yourself and change your clothes. I think I still got some of your stuff at my place." This was not a suggestion, oh no, this was a command. If Marcos knew better then he would not fight it, oh no, he would follow and do as he was told. After all it was for his own good, the quicker he too care of the problem the easier it would be to get rid of.
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Apr 2, 2013 21:00:47 GMT -8
Marcos listened as she scolded him about his father. In all honesty, she didn't speak much to him about her own dad, but from what he could tell she didn't exactly have the best relationship with him. He just assumed that she didn't understand; sorry father or not, that was still his father, and the man raised him all alone until his latter teenage years. The least he could do for the sorry washed-up has been was to help him out now that he was an adult. Marcos knew that he would never end up an alcoholic with a different woman every week; that's one good thing about having a pretty messed up father - he learned without making those types of mistakes.
"I know...I know this, but he's my father still. Can't help it." Marcos wouldn't argue it further. In fact, the more he argued about it, the more he knew that she was only trying to take care of him and make the best of things. Naomi wanted desperately for her friend to make something of himself, and the feeling was mutual. They were each other's rocks, the foundations for their futures would be rooted in each other. Naomi was his better half, as he always told friends when introducing them, and she only had his best interest at heart. He couldn't stand to argue with someone like that, knowing that no matter what he would always lose. She was a pretty amazing woman after all.
After a long sigh and a drawn out, dramatic play by Marcos, he turned the car in the direction of the pharmacy. She wasn't playing when she told him to go there - it was more of a direct order that one would be stupid to ignore. "Yes, master." The smartass remark would likely be ignored, but defintely not unnoticed. The pharmacy was just down the road, thankfully, so it took them a few short minutes to get there. He stopped the car and looked over at his friend with a sincere smile. "Thanks. Most women wouldn't do stuff like this for their friends." He reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before unstrapping his seatbelt. "I'll be back in a minute."
His adventure inside took about 10 minutes, which was approximately 9 more than he told his cohort. It wouldn't have taken so long had the old man up front been trying to pay with a regular credit card instead of his EBT. The treatment in his hands was definitely not the cheap one - in fact, this was triple the other price. Reluctantly, he placed the medicine on the counter and paid for it with cash, receiving his change and bolting out the door. He was a bit embarrassed getting this, but it would be a lot better than suffering much longer with Naomi's constant motherly chatter. Back in the car again, he reached around and put his seatbelt back on, backing away and making a beeline directly towards Naomi's house. He was starving, so it wouldn't take them long (despite the heavy traffic picking up).
WORDS!: 529 TAG!: Naomi SETTING!: 19 of April, around 12:15pm.
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MINI INFO - D.O.B.: September 11th, 1987
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Apr 3, 2013 1:19:43 GMT -8
Marcos did just as Naomi directed, they went to the pharmacy and he was a good boy about it. He went in alone (no help from mommy Naomi) got what he needed and returned to the car. Then they drove over to Naomi's place. She did not live in the best of places but the rent was cheap and the people were interesting. Her room was on the first floor of a five story building. She had her own entrance/exit door and had little problem with her neighbors. She lead Marcos to her door and let him in, locking the door behind them.
"Ok, how about you go do that now, just follow the directions on the box and put some new clothes on." As she spoke she pointed to her dresser. "I have some of your stuff you left around here in there, and while you do that I'll make luck, Japanese of course."
She left Marcos to do what he need to do while she pulled out ingredients and started getting things together. First she cut and put together the stuff needed to make a small soup with tofu in it. Then she checked what meat she had left out to defrost in the fridge. Chicken? She could work with that. After checking what she had she decided to go with soup, white rice and some Ginger chicken. She got to work on lunch and works as fast as she could, but the time everyone was about done she heard the door from the bathroom open. She divided the chicken and rice on two plates, and the placed the soup in two bowls. She sat the food on food trays near the bed and added both chopsticks and a folk next to Marcos' plate. The bowls already had a spoon in each, she then took a seat with her diet coke.
"foods ready, theres diet coke, iced tea and water. When ready you can sit over here next to me."
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Apr 3, 2013 15:42:39 GMT -8
As they walked into the house and Naomi began to get comfortable, he was directed to the bathroom to take care of his wee little friends. Reluctantly, he didn't stop and headed straight to the bathroom, knowing fully well that if he didn't take care of it now that Naomi would personally do it herself. It's not that she had ever seen him naked before (that was a story for another time) but it would have taken the word awkward and given it an entirely new meaning. So, while she began to head to the kitchen, Marcos found the bathroom and closed the door behind him, sighing and wishing that he didn't have to bother.
The treatment was fairly simple and painless, like any other lice-type treatment, and he washed up and took care of things. If this didn't do it, he was going to just shave it all off. He kept himself trimmed and neat because he cared for his personal hygiene, which included those parts of the body that no one could see. He cleaned the remaining bits of foamed treatment from the shower floor and reclothed himself before heading back into the kitchen. His timing was impeccable; Naomi's excellent soup was already set at two places next to each other. She informed him of his drink choices (which didn't include much, but he wasn't going to complain) while he reached for a glass. It was soon filled with four cubes of ice and full of cold water, and Marcos took his place at the table next to his best friend. "Thanks Naomi. Looks great. Then again, it always is."
It wasn't long before Marcos had nearly indulged in a fourth of his bowl when something stirred his memory. He used a small paper towel to wipe his mouth before breaking the silence. "So...what's on your mind? And don't tell me nothing - I know you better than that." It was time for her to spill the beans; Marcos had a feeling she was hiding something, and now would be the perfect time to approach her about it without dire consequences. Honestly he had no clue what it could have been, but his curiosity was getting the best of him.
WORDS!: 379 TAG!: Naomi SETTING!: 19 of April, around 12:15pm.
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on May 15, 2013 13:18:09 GMT -8
She couldn't help but laugh when he complimented her food. "Boy flattery will get you no where, eat up then tell me how amazing I am." Yes she was a but conceded when it came to her cooking, but who could blame her? When her mother died Naomi took the roll of mom for her younger brother. She only did it for little over a year, but even when she moved out she continued to cook or herself and others. Naomi's two best friends often made jokes that Naomi would make an amazing housewife and sadly she couldn't help but agree. She wanted that life, the stable job, good husband, kids and animals. Such a dream was hard but not impossible, though her first steps would be to find mister right.
Speaking of mister right had she found a man yet worthy of the title? Not just yet but she did have some great men in her life. Marcos for starters was a great guy, someone she could talk with, even about the most embarrassing of subjects. Naomi knew that no matter what Marcos had her back and she had his, a bond that could not be broken easily. Then there was Ryeson, a new man in her life but so far she found him almost perfect. He was kind, respectful, funny, very good boyfriend material. Speaking of boyfriends, Marcos was right, Naomi did have something to tell him.
"Oh yea, about that." She took a sip of her coke and then continued. "So I may have caught myself a new boyfriend, he's sweet, and took me out on our first date two days ago. You might have seen him at the club, blonde hair, gets dragged in by co-workers. You can kinda tell that he really doesn't want to be there half of the time? Cute, about 6' - 6'2""
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Jun 5, 2013 21:45:15 GMT -8
Flattery would get him nowhere? That had to be some sort of lie, because flattery had gotten him that job at 4Play. Flattery had helped him become friends with a bunch of people that he knew. Heck, flattery was everywhere! He simply nodded and gave a small chuckle at the comment, knowing good and well that there was no stopping her from scolding him at this point. Instead, he focused back on his food and waited for her to speak. A few mouthfuls of food and he suddenly found himself interested in Naomi for an entirely different reason; the cooking was great, mind you, but she had spoken something Marcos just had to question her about.
His fork immediately found its way to the floor, mouth left agape. "Wait, WHAT? Naomi...You could have, oh I don't know, talked to me about him before now, yes?" Marcos was honestly a bit offended - was he that bad? Sure he was protective and all, but did she not trust him enough to tell him sooner than after their first date? "Come on, you really found someone? Naomi that's nice and all but...Do you think it's a good idea to see someone who has already seen you half-naked? I mean meeting people at clubs is one thing, but sweetheart you work there, as a dancer. I mean...Just wow."
The right words eluded him; it seemed that nothing could keep his surprise in check. He just sat there for a moment, looking at her like she had grown a second head. It finally hit him, after a few moments, that he knew the guy she was talking to. "Yeah I think I know him. I served him a drink - don't remember which, but I believe it was something a bit more classy. Wine perhaps. But Naomi are you really sure? How much do you know about the guy?"
Things just got serious.
WORDS!: 328 TAG!: Naomi SETTING!: 19 of April, around 12:15pm.
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Jul 16, 2013 20:58:19 GMT -8
To be fair she had expected this reaction and this had been the reason she had waited until now instead of calling him on the phone. What she had not expected was the rest of his reaction, Marcos was always telling her to stop dating the gangsters and drug dealers, not that she found a normal guy there was still a problem. Yea so they met at her job, it was not like she went out much, school and work was her life and that was just something that couldn't be helped. "yes yes, well first of all I thought you would have liked to be told in person instead of on a phone, and not at work." She had been thinking about him, but it seemed she did did wrong in waiting, man it was so hard to make people happy sometimes.
"Well its not like we are getting married next week or anything, so far we had one date, and it went pretty well. He's sweet, funny, smart. Goes to my college, funny enough we met at the library a while back and that was when he asked me out. From his books I can tell he's a business major, not sure what he plans to do with it yet. His name is Ryeson and he's already met Richard and Gina, oh and Mama (Richard and Gina's mom) He has the lucky of picking me up there, since, well look at where I live, not so great for a first date first impression." She was running out of breath, but she had just tossed up random information, not really knowing what Marcos was fishing for.
"I know I met him at the clue, but lets face it, between work and school and You and the others, when do I have time to meet anyone, who's not a wanna be hood rat or duggie?"
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Aug 31, 2013 13:07:20 GMT -8
Naomi was right - he did indeed want to know in person. But in all reality he didn't want to know at all. He still saw Naomi as something more than a typical friend; Marcos was protective of her, just like a big brother would be of his sister. He had every right to be also, he thought, because look at how gorgeous she was! Someone had to beat the men off her! Though she could more than take care of herself with those spiked heels, Naomi was still a female, and Marcos still instinctively wanted to keep her close at all times. As she began talking, he relaxed a bit, hearing her out before making any assumptions.
"Naomi you know what people with business degrees do? Nothing. It's the degree that everyone goes to get yet no one uses. Be careful chick - I can't help but to worry. When do I get to meet him?" His face wrinkled in a mixture of slight aggravation and a pout, wondering why she hadn't told him this before. Deep down he knew exactly why she hadn't told him, but he wouldn't admit it aloud. She knew that he'd overreact, and that could have caused things to turn ugly between the two. He had no right to judge him solely based on what she was telling him, but he still felt the desire to do so. He sighed, not knowing what to say to his best friend. This was a difficult spot she was putting him in, and he wanted her to know it too.
"Come on woman you should have told me sooner. I know that we work in a terrible place to meet people, but...geez I don't know. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself, okay?" He reached out and grabbed her hand, looking her dead in the eye. He hoped the sincere concern in his transferred to her - she needed to know that he genuinely wanted nothing but good things for her.
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Sept 2, 2013 20:50:22 GMT -8
Words: 000 Tags: Marcos Note:Aww all the caring
Meet him? Oh of all things for Marcos to ask for, he already wanted to meet the guy. Naomi did want Rye to meet her friends, but not yet, she needed time to get to know him better before tossing him into a den of wolves. With time she would set things up, talk to Rye, keep it simple, one of those quick hi, bye things. ”gIve me a bit, I kinda want to make sure he can even handle me, before I toss him at you and Tequila, knowing that both of you would try to eat him alive.” It was the truth, she knew her friends cared, but boy did they know how to make things go bad quickly. No, she needed to test Ryeson out a big more, maybe slowly prepare him for how her friends were. She liked him and really wanted to give him a fighting chance.
”Of course I’ll be careful, he’s a lot easier to deal with than some of the guys i’ve dated before. Really Marcos I’ll be just fine. Anyways, thats enough of that, I think you should stay here for a few days. I will not have you go back to your dad’s just to get infested again.” She smiled and pulled her hand away from him, left the bed and went she shuffle around in her dresser. ”I still have some of your clothes, nice and clean too. Really Marcos, just as you worry about me, I worry about you. Maybe, just maybe you should think of moving out for good. Sure you can still help him out, I know you wont stop, but just stay somewhere else, and not your car. You know I have no problem with you staying here, even if it’s a tiny piece of crap.”
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Post by MARCOS PALMERO on Sept 4, 2013 4:38:31 GMT -8
And that was all there was to it, Marcos thought, because Naomi wasn't going to budge from it. He let out a small sigh, somewhat dramatically, while rolling his eyes for added effect. But he couldn't contain the grin that slowly appeared on his face; somehow he knew that Naomi would get off this subject rather quickly. He couldn't blame her, either, because he and Tequila were exactly like that. Very protective wasn't a bad thing, but it wasn't always a good thing either. Instead Marcos simply nodded at his best friend, understanding where she was coming from. He didn't need words to express his concern - she could read his mind. So there was no point continuing this conversation. Marcos simply hoped that she would be very careful and keep her guard up.
When she got up and went to the dresser, Marcos watched her move. She was very elegant when she walked, something she had probably worked on for years. Her body was absolutely perfect - perfect for any male alive. Yes he would be a little jealous now that she was dating someone, but Marcos would never admit it. Instead, he would just play along and try to be the big brother. "You're right, I guess. You know I've thought about it but I don't have enough saved up yet. I can't just ditch the man...he was good until a few years ago. He raised me while Mom...well, who knows where she is." He thought about her words for a moment before finally accepting the inevitable. "Yeah okay I'll stay. It'd be nice to sleep in a clean place, anyway. Thanks Naomi...for everything." He stood and put his arms around Naomi, squeezing her tightly. She was the only woman in his life right now that meant so much, despite Tequila being amazing still, and he was honestly afraid of losing her. It was a bit of a paranoid worry, but it was still present nonetheless. She shared his love, too, which made the pair a very unique family.
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Post by NAOMI IRVING on Sept 13, 2013 6:40:00 GMT -8
Words: 000 Tags: Marcos Note:sleepy time for the two XD
He hugged her and she smiled, he was like a little boy that you had to speak sweetly with to get anything done. She kissed him on the cheek and ran her hand in his hair, a comfort for herself more than anything. ”I know I know, I just wish you would hurry up and get yourself out of there, for your own good Marcoss.”
She shuffled around in her dresser until she found something of his that would be good to sleep in. Sure Marcos saw her half naked on a daily bases, but that did not mean that they were not going to play some modesty for bedtime. She handed him the clothes and then went to find herself something to wear. Tomorrow, or today mattering on how you looked at the time, was a class day, she needed her sleep.
”Alright, I need to be getting ready for bed, got school in the morning, the laptop is unlocked if you want to mess with it, just keep quiet.” She wandered off to the bathroom to change, tossed on one of her less showy lingeries and hopped into bed. With one final yawn she rolled over to face the wall, a sleeping habit of hers, and fell asleep.
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Post by DANI! on Sept 13, 2013 12:38:45 GMT -8
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